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Yarn Along

Knitting:

I wish the camera could capture the true colors in the yarn.




Reading:

A friend loaned me "Mary Jane's Farm". I think I will be getting my own subscription. The same friend told me about the Lehman's catalog. If only the Army paid us more! The others are read in snippets throughout the day.

Peter picks his favorite!
Now go visit Ginny!

Comments

  1. Jamie JoFebruary 20, 2013 at 2:08 PM

    OK, this has nothing to do with books or knitting....I LOVE the light and airy look to your home. I LOVE your door table. Please tell about it....have you before and I missed it? So sorry if so. (I'm a scatterbrain) and I LOVE those flowers...longing for flowers and green grass.....and warm weather, heck anything above the 6 degrees it's supposed to be here today would do.

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    1. JennyFebruary 20, 2013 at 11:52 PM

      I'll try and write up a little post tomorrow!

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  2. margotFebruary 20, 2013 at 7:05 PM

    Love that blue vest....sweater? What pattern is it?

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    1. JennyFebruary 20, 2013 at 11:55 PM

      it is a sweater, and I will be making the cap sleeve version. It is on Ravelry and is called Pull Me Over.

      http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/pull-me-over

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  3. LynnFebruary 22, 2013 at 9:20 AM

    the knitting is wonderful the table is enchanting - i would need a maid for my table to look that clean on daily basis - good for you.

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  4. Karen SueFebruary 25, 2013 at 1:16 PM

    very nice knitting! I may need to look up that pattern on ravelry...but not now, cuz I stay there too long!
    Magazine suggestions...my Library has Mary Jane's..read it for free and send it back. Sometimes you can find bargains on the internet for subscriptions for $10 or less on some - worth a look.
    Happy knitting and reading!

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